146 SLAVE LIFE IN GEORGIA.
" No, I "m not asleep ! I was asleep till you
waked me, though."
The party who spoke to me was a common-
sized man, who had perched himself up on the
top of the fence, which was from seven to eight
feet high, and made of split timbers, ten feet and
a half long. He held a fowling-piece across his
lap, and had I started off, could easily have shot
me, for I must have run before him, the fence
preventing my getting away in one direction, the
water in the other, and the prairie in a third.
" Which way are you going?" he asked.
" I 'm not going anywhere," I replied. " I 'm
Bethinking myself that I ought to show a
reason for being asleep so early in the morning,
I scrambled up, and pretended to be drunk,
staggering, and reeling, and looking foolishly at
" Hie, old fellow!" he said, then; "you've
been drinking, I reckon."
" Yes, Sir, been drinking a little," I answered.
" Do you live in this part of the country ? " he
" Oh no! My home is in Buffalo," I made
answer; for Caesar had told me to say so, if any